Testo di Third World Genocide

They come to rule and not by chance Aided by a bloodied lance No elections needed here Such things mundane are not their way A thousand rivals lying dead And their families starved, decayed No relief by foreign aid A poisoned dagger is their way Government by those who kill And then collect from U.N. tills They live on aid and ask for more When all it does is pay for way So carefree Your killing spree I must be blind I can't see Tell me what is human life worth The skies cry bloody tears